So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night
Though the heart be still as loving
And the moon be still as bright
For the sword outwears its sheath
And the soul wears out the breast
And the heart must pause to breathe
And Love itself have rest
Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light
By the light of the moon
Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light
By the light of the moon